Chapter 154

Shawna POV

I'm awoken with a start. Someone is banging on my door. I reach the other side of the bed, but the sheets are cold and I'm alone. What time is it? I can see the sun is coming in through my curtains, and clearly, someone thinks I need to wake up. "Who is it?" I croak out. My mother shoves the door open.

"Are you planning to sleep all day?" she asks, opening my curtains.

"What? Where is Michael?" I ask groggily.

"He's in the yard, helping your father with a downed tree. We've had breakfast already, I saved you a plate. Come on sleepy head, it's nearly eleven."

"Eleven?" I gasp, jumping from the bed. How did I sleep so late? I do feel tired and yesterday was a lot, but I never sleep like this.

"Yes, but your mate told me to let you sleep. I guess you had an active day yesterday?" she asks.

"Uh yeah," I stand and stretch. "I'm going to get dressed mother, can I have some privacy?"

"Privacy, you act like I've never seen you in your birthday suit," she chuckles and leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. I roll my eyes, because I am a grown woman and if I want privacy, it shouldn't even be a question. I think I need to talk to Michael about leaving soon, I've had enough of this. I want to be alone with my mate, away from this backwards pack who thinks that they need to be in everyones' business.

I dress, comb my hair and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Looking in the mirror, I look a little pale and like I could definitely use some more sleep. I slept thirteen hours though, how could I possibly be this tired. I shake my head and go out to the kitchen. Mom is in the living room humming and crocheting. "What are you making?" I ask, as I lean in the door frame.

"A baby blanket," she smiles. "For Cassidy's baby." I raise my brows in surprise.

"I take it things went well then?"I ask.

"Hmmmm yes." My mother smiles and it's a genuine smile, one I haven't seen in a very long time. "We are good now, and I'm so happy to be a grandma. They are having a girl you know?"

"Yes I know Mom. I'm happy you two are getting along now," I say.

"Your breakfast is covered on the stove, just put it in the microwave for a few minutes," she tells me without looking up. I push off the door and go heat up my food. Uncovering it, I see bacon, scrambled eggs and a muffin. I pull the muffin off the plate and bite into it. Blueberries explode in my mouth and I moan. It's so good, my mom was always a great baker. I put my plate in the microwave and warm up the rest.

I stand at the kitchen window, wathcing my mate and my father cut up a tree that has fallen. Michael is shirtless, sweat dripping down his back as he chops up the tree into firewood. His muscles ripple and strain, but he looks unaffected as he talks with my father. They laugh about something and then it's like he feels me watching him. He turns and waves at me with a wink. I clench my thighs as a shot of desire courses through me. Good grief whats wrong with me? My hormones are going crazy. I smile at him and wave back, then turn away to take my plate from the microwave. One bite of the eggs and my stomach rolls. That was unexpected.

I push the plate away and pour myself a glass of water. My stomach settles a little. I finish my muffin, but the smell of the eggs has me wrinkling my nose in disgust. My mother walks in and looks at me. "Are you okay?" she asks. "You look kind of green."

"I think the eggs are bad," I tell her.

"What? Of course they aren't. I just made those this morning and they were fresh from my chicken coop. Your dad and Michael ate them just fine." She picks up my plate and smells them, then takes a bite. "No they are fine," she says as she places the plate back on the counter. My mother stands there staring at me for a moment and I shift uncomfortably.

"Okay well maybe I'm just not feeling them today." I pick up a slice of bacon and eat it. It goes down but my stomach does a little flip. Not as bad as the eggs but enough to make me stop eating. "Uh, are there any more muffins?" I ask. That seems to be the one thing my stomach is tolerating without any issues.

"Sure," my mom pulls a container from the pantry and hands it to me. "Don't you think you should eat some protein though?"

"I'm fine Mom," I say. "I miss your baking, that's all."

"Hmmmm," she narrows her eyes at me and then walks out of the kitchen. I hear the front door open and close and then she's out front with my father and Michael. I watch them as I eat another muffin. I walk over to the coffee pot and pour myself a cup of coffee. I take a sip and the second I swallow, I feel my stomach rebel. I don't even have time to make it to the bathroom. I wretch my breakfast contents up into the kitchen sink. My skin feels clammy and I am suddenly exhausted again. I stand there bent over the sink, rinsing out the evidence as I feel a warmth behind me. Michael's arms wrap around me from behind.

"Feel better?" he whispers in my ear.

"Not really," I answer honestly. "I'm so tired." Michael turns me in his arms and places a kiss on my forehead.

"Babe, I think you might be pregnant," he says quietly. I stare up into his eyes, seeing there all the love and warmth he feels for me. Nothing would make this man happier than to know I'm carrying his child. I close my eyes and count down the days in my head. I'm late. Two weeks late.

"I think so too," I say. "I'm late and I've been feeling strange. Today though, I'm tired. I slept thirteen hours Michael." He nods. "That's not like me."

"Your mom suspects too. She came outside and told me she thought you were unwell." Michael combs my hair back from my face. "Do you want to leave?"

"I do, but I don't know if I have the energy to hike down the mountain to your truck," I admit.

"Well, take a nap. I will get us a hotel once we are in town and we can rest and see your sister tomorrow. If that's what you want," he says. He's always so good to me, so considerate. I love this man more than anything.

"What about my parents?" I ask. "What will we tell them?" Michael shrugs and then winks at me.

"The truth?" he says it like a question. "I will say that I need to get your to our home, so you can relax." He pauses, "Or I can make something up about being summoned by my Alpha."

"No, you don't have to do that. We will just tell them it's time to go. To much drama with Malik and we want to get home so you can get to work. I heard my father telling you about Malik last night, so theywill understand that part," I admit.

"Whatever you want babe," he kisses my nose and leads me to the bedroom so I can lay down and take a nap. It takes seconds for me to drift off to sleep.